♮Look forwards to experimenting with the new Konad nail things you got a few days ago.
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♮Wish you could be as adorable as Scarlett Johansson even though your nose is runny and you feel as energetic as a wet towel (but hey, at least you’ve got her hoarse voice now!).
♮Start watching Mad Men to see what all the fuzz is about, and realize you’d actually forgotten that most women still have hips.
♮Be incredibly grateful for Kleenex, and for Kleenex-buying boyfriends.
♮Make spicy tomato soup and garlic bread with Boo, and enjoy food that actually tastes something.
What do you like to do when you’re sick, darlings?
If you read my previous post you’ll remember that I was a bit disappointed about the UK plug for my new ghd IV. Some of you left me lots of helpful tips in the comments, including one from Helene telling me I should be able to simply swap the UK plug for a European one.
I woke up today with the plan of doing just so, but before heading out I decided to take a closer look at the plug again, just to work out what kind I’d have to buy. That’s when I realized that the part where the plug is attached to the cable looked an awful lot like the ordinary European ones. “Maybe this won’t be so difficult,” I thought, “if the plugs are that similar I should definitely be able to change the thing myself.” (Can anyone see where this is heading, perhaps?)
I unscrewed the plug, too, wanting to do this properly so I would be perfectly certain I knew what kind of plug to buy. The pessimist in me must be incredibly stubborn, because it still insisted that I’d have to go through the whole operation of changing the plug myself. Then I opened the UK plug, and -
Yeah. That’s right – what you’re looking at is a perfectly ordinary European plug, oh-so-cleverly put into a UK version. This discovery lead to a strange combination of feelings: “Airam, you must be the most stupid girl in the country” and “clever ghd-people, I KNEW you weren’t stupid!“. To top it off, when I shared my joy with my sister Cookie on MSN, she said, somewhat unimpressed, “didn’t a girl tell you that in a comment yesterday?”. I checked, and brilliant Cindy from Hanginaround had actually suggested I check if the UK plug was simply a box that could be removed to reveal an ordinary European one. Clever girl. To sum it up, here’s what I’ve learnt since yesterday:
1. If a quality product seems impractical or stupid to you, it’s quite possible it’s you being impractical or stupid.
2. Always read comments twice (so you won’t miss anything if you’re having a stupid day).
And would you like to know the best part? The ghd IV is bloody marvellous. But more on that in a later post, for now let me just say:
ghd-people, the socks are off.
Yesterday I got a note in the mail telling me I had a mystery package that couldn’t fit in my mailbox and had to be picked up at the post office. My thoughts immediately went to the ghd IV straightener I ordered from Lookfantastic (on January the 22nd, if you’d like to know) – and I was right! I got home, opened the black, fancy box and touched what must be the Rolls-Royce of straighteners.
It looks expensive (and, well, it was). The outside is smooth without being slippery, and the golden plates seem glossy enough not to damage my hair at all. Now, I naturally wanted to try it straight away (pardon the pun), but then I looked at the plug. A British plug? But I believe the website said it had a universal plug, which would make travelling easier. This is definitely a UK plug, though. I enter Feelunique to see if I’d misunderstood something, or if they’d simply sent me the wrong item.
“Now with universal voltage for optimum performance wherever you travel.”
It takes a few seconds before my brain realizes that even though it says voltage, it doesn’t say anything about the actual plug.
Fortunately I’ve got an old adapter at Boyfriend’s from last time we went to London, and I don’t tend to drag my straighteners around with me anyway, but must confess I feel slightly hoodwinked still. The product description definitely gives the impression that the straightener will work in any country without the hassle of external adapters, when it actually won’t work anywhere but in the UK without one. I suppose if you buy it in Norway it will have an European plug, but then you’ll have to pay almost twice as much.
Because of all this I haven’t gotten to try it yet, but I intend to do so later after having fetched the adapter from Boyfriend’s. And ghd-people, I’m telling you:
this straightener better blow my socks off.
UPDATE: Click HERE to read how it all worked out in the end!
Movie stills from film shot by Emil Bekkevold.
Dress: Topshop, slip: borrowed, belt: Lindex, red nail polish & lipstick: Maybelline, scrabble ring: Rock ‘n Rose, random black tights, sneakers: H&M.
People in band, from left to right: Kristian Olstad (guitar & backing vocals), Vegard Doszko (guitars & backing vocals), Håkon Pettersen (bass & double bass), Aleksander Kostopoulos (drums and… trinkets).
Fantastic things: the guys (in the band, of course), the dress, the sound guy, smoke on stage and the audience, the audience, the audience.
Angry song.
Happy song.
I do wish I had more photos of the entire band to show you, but I’ve only got the footage from one of the cameras (we had four, as Boyfriend is a wizard and can do magic things) that was supposed to do mostly close-ups. It was a fantastic night, though. Today my neck feels sore (from all the dancing and hair-tossing) and the cold I’ve been fighting seems to finally get to me. That can’t stop me from smiling, though. I love gig-highs, and I’ll stay on mine for as long as possible.
